Nerd, geek, weirdo, why are you so weird?

This is what I really needed to read today, and I think you should read it, too:

Nerd Girls Rule

Yes, we do!

In other news, I'm waiting for some maintenance meds. More on that tomorrow. It's cold for Texas here right now, 49 Fahrenheit. (In other words, many of my work colleagues - including a couple who are not native to this state - are wearing parkas and boots and going around exclaiming loudly about the Freezing Freezing Cold we are currently experiencing. Ahem.) Our apartment is poorly insulated, so I made some draft dodgers with the help of old old fabric from my theater days, and Martha Stewart's suggestion of recycled-newspaper kitty litter. They didn't help very much, so I sewed a thick curtain out of upholstery corduroy and hung it over the bedroom deck door, and then bought a thermal curtain and A. and I put it up over the goddamn front door. It's kind of awkward. My next-door neighbor assures me it's very olde European.

What I'm really missing, in addition to subzero temps and thus the license to bitch about them, is this:



Aw, that makes me so happy. Although this video really sums up my love for the movie. That's my grandpa there. Seriously. And probably my dad doing the conversing with him.

"So, I don't say nothing. He says what do you think about that? And I says, well, that don't sound like too good a deal for him then...oh, just in a general kinda way."

I love you, Minnesota.